Shao Xiaoyun helped him with another bowl of porridge. "Are you still so picky about food?"

She thought they had changed a lot over the years, but he and she did not seem to have changed.

"I never pick what you do." Rong Kun remembers that when he was with her at that time, she was still the apple of the Shao family's eye. She could do nothing, she could not cook porridge, the cooking was half-cooked, and the stir-fried dishes were burnt.

However, in any case, his heart had a feeling for her that he could not let go for so many years.

Now, Shao Xiaoyun can take on...